I find it very interesting
that young children
and old people
are very similar.
They both need to be wheeled around
by someone else.
They both need their print large
in the books they read.
Sometimes they even need
to read their books for them.
Someone else has to handle
their affairs – bills, doctor’s appointments,
groceries. Someone else has to cook.
Sometimes it even means that
has to feed them
spoonful by spoonful.
It isn’t that
the old are becoming feeble.
It is that they are practicing
being children again
for the next go around.
When did my skin get so wrinkly?
When did my doctors get younger than me?
How did this happen?
When did all these young people around me become bit players in my life? When did I start looking at old people for signs of what to expect?
They are “computer illiterate” or using walkers or confused all the time.
I don’t want to become them. I don’t want to be helpless or hopeless or lost. I don’t want to be taken advantage of.
I’ve read that you are only as old as you feel, and that age is a social construct. I feel it knocking on my door.
I don’t want to answer.
I think it is time to pull out my crayons and my fingerpaints. I think I’m going to defeat age by becoming a child again.
It is part of why I tutor kindergartners. I’m learning tips.